GOD IS OVER OUR WILLS

Someday a man told me about good and bad things that would remain in life to confuse us that could simply even complete us simply perhaps because of their realities that would make us feel love for things or hate for the sensations that would always attribute to us our thoughts that we would never understand. truly understand all the disaffects generated by life in circumstances of the classification that proves us good or bad that it would only be up to us to educate ourselves a little more with all the disagreements and conflicts that always break down in society that drives us to the desperation of avoiding the reasons for feeling like a man for certain things that may not even be logical for us or worthy of our role or dilemma of recognizing ourselves because of uncertain youthful foolishness that always reveals itself constantly when we are emptying ourselves in the face of the desire to achieve something better or something superior that makes us happier and gives us pleasure in living because he told me that life was just what we do and what we care about because then we would really be living and learning from life simply on its tones and expressions commonly of advantage of our reasoning over our wills and that the world would perhaps be itself that we can only believe in God over all things in paradise and that we must remain winged by our wills and courage that makes us feel love for life and love for the knowledge of knowing the world better and bigger about all the hidden dislikes and affections that we simply do not recognize God deeply and that perhaps it is within each one of us makes us feel likes and dislikes about humanity that makes us believe in the suffering of life because they are always almost all of them detached from the root that makes up life and it would be a god who would be much more attached to all of us by his existence over our fantasies that repress us both from the taste and the desire to recognize and believe in the foolishness of the world and so on One day a man told me about good and bad things that would remain in life to confuse us that could simply complete us.

By: Roberto Barros